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The Linchpin

Since everyone seemed to be busy doing what they wanted, the Crows decided to do their own thing. Ember logged into her Animus, Daz kept an eye on her to make sure that they didn't lose her again, and Patches and Marco went off to talk about Ember's father."What?! They're making her a Grand?!""Yeah, but try to keep it a secret for now. Remember, we're a team, but I'm the only Templar in a team full of Assassins. So we still need to get to London, alive and safe."

A few minuted later, Michael did something different. He turned off his phone, and, putting both the phone and earbuds into his pocket, just relaxing in the seat. Perking up lightly, he looked over towards Ember, and asked, "So, any clue when we'll get there?"

"About 3pm GMT. So that's another five or six hours from now." Ember stretched, and clicked her neck before Daz set about checking her to make sure that they wouldn't have a repeat of the last time. "They think I'll Liz out again." Ember made herself some coffee before she sat down and looked at the newest footage from her latest session in the Animus. "Christ, that woman was mental. But that seems to be a common trait among the Shays, we're all absolutely bonkers.""But you're the first Shay that's actually been hospitalised.""Oh shut it, Marco. You were there too, and that had nothing to do with me being a Shay."

Simply sitting back, Michael had a devious idea. Looking back towards the others, he asked, "Do we have any ice?". He sank down a bit more in the seat - if there weren't any ice cubes, he might just sleep. Afterall, Noi Ice Cubes, no way it would work.

Ember went to grab some ice while Daz, Marco, and Patches tried to figure out Michael's plan. Pelt someone with ice? Ember had always been a prankster, and not all of her pranks were harmless. She once applied toothpaste to the eyebrows of a fellow Assassin, covered their hair with baby powder, and tickled the Assassin's nose until they wiped the toothpaste into their eyes, and woke up screaming."Here's the ice." Ember handed Michael a glass filled with ice.

Michael nodded, and said, "Thanks.", as he looked down into the glass, and, taking a couple out, looked over to Aric. Then, he took the two ice cubes... and plopped them into his mouh. Then, raising the cup behind Aric, he lightly pulled the back of his collar on his shirt, and dumped half of the ice cubes onto his back. Then, switching hands, half-hid the cup beside him.

Ember sat and watched an old movie (Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens ) - on her laptop until she fell asleep halfway through the movie. Marco smiled softly, and covered her with a blanket before he fell asleep beside her.

Patches let out an ear-splitting screech, and Ember and Marco bolted up."Gawd! Do you have to do that every time?""Calm down, Grim. We've arrived." Ember smiled before she raced off to get dressed. "Finally! I can have a smoke" Ember said excitedly as she stepped onto the tarmac. She lit a cigarette, and watched as some men packed the luggage into a van."Right, we've got ten minutes before they arrive with the stretch."

Aric tensed up as the ice slid down his back. "Uuuuuuuhn...Cold.Really, really cold. Who would..." He slowly stood up and looked around. "Michael. Did you dump ice down my back?" He asked. Aric arched his back as the ice cubes fell out of his shirt.

When Aric stood up and asked him, Michael put his left hand in the glass, and put in a couple more ice cubes. "Maybe." He said, as he let the Ice cubes melt inside his mouth. It felt... calming. Knowing that, small, insignificant objects could melt with nothing more than the heat people naturally generate. As Patches announced that they arrived, he said, "Now, let's not focus on that. We're about to meet one of the highest up men in the Order.", as he simply ignored the ice cubes. "Now, let's head on out, shall we?", as he stepped past Aric, and began following the last person out.

"Of all the places I've ever been to, good ol' England will always be my home." A black stretch Hummer pulled up alongside the jet, and Ember quickly finished her cigarette before she turned to face the others. "We'll be heading to my place first to clean up and prepare for the ceremony. If you don't want to stay at my place, you can catch a taxi from my place to wherever you want to stay." Ember ducked into the stretch, followed by Daz, Marco, and Patches.

As Michael followed them, he crouchednd down to step in, andmslouching innhis seat behind the others, he said, "I'd stick with you guys. Never been to a country that drives on the left - the majority do drive on the right.", as he slouched down. He was taooer than the vehicle - it being almost six and a half feet tall. (I actually looked up the height of average stretch Hummers)

"Tell me about it. First time I went to a leftie country, I almost caused an accident. You get used to it eventually. Sorry if it's a bit small, but we don't normally have tall people travelling with us. I haven't exactly told dad that we found a Butcher." Ember grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, and put a drop of water on Zuko's nose. The bearded dragon eagerly lapped up the water as it trickled down to his mouth.

Nodding, Michael said, "Yeah... only other person I met that isn'tna Butcher that'smfairly tall was this woman. She was only bout... 6'2, I guess. Maybe 6'3.", as he continued slouching. "So, take it 'bout half an hour or so to get there, maybe another to reach our final destination?", As henpulled out his phone again, earbuds in hand, as henwaited for a response.

"Yeah, half an hour 'till we reach my place. The ceremony should start at around seven, so we have about two and a half hours at my place before we set off for the tower." Ember pulled out her phone, and sent a message to her father.

Shrugging lightly, Michael plugged in his earbuds, and out them back in, as he started the show back up, slouching still, due to his height, and the hummer's height aswell. Hencould squeeze in about five episodes, as it seemed, according to Ember.

Ember knocked on the glass partition that kept them separated from the driver, and the stretch Hummer set off. Marco and the others did some work while Ember looked out the window, and watched as they passed the familiar buildings of London.

"It's so good to be home" Ember said happily as she looked up at the building. "Alright, let's head on in while the boy brings our luggage up."

The apartment was large, and decorated in a modern Japanese style. There was a large fountain about two stories tall that rested against a wall, and flowed around a fireplace. The black furniture was accentuated by the white walls, and birch flooring. "The bedrooms are upstairs, as are the bathrooms. There is a loo down here as well."

Since it was a formal occasion, Ember had to look her best. She had straightened her hair, done her makeup, and got dressed. She wore fine black, silken robes with blood-red trims; aside from the different fabric, the robes looked exactly the same as those of her ancestor, Elizabeth Shay. She also wore similar black pants and boots. The Crows wore simple black suits; they actually looked presentable."Reckon we have half an hour before we need to leave."

From the bathroom, after ten minutes, a flush was heard. A few seconds later, Michael stepped out... still wearing what he came in. Finding the others, he rubbed thenback of his neck lightly, and said, "...Crap. Well, ah, do you think it'll be fine I just, I dunno... clean up a bit? Doubt I can find a suit for me in about half an hour, and if I can find somebody who can make it, I doubit it'll be so quick.", as he pulled his hand away from his neck, and scratched at the scruff that was growing somewhat. God, if he showed up to a Grandmaster, a Shay, nonetheless, in casual clothes, that won't feel right. Well, he is a Butcher, so... eh.

Ember quickly raced to a room filled with dressmaker busts covered with fabric, huge rolls of various fabrics, sewing machines, tools, props, and halfdone projects. She returned almost immediately with some measuring tape, and proceeded to take Michael's measurements. She phoned a specialist clothing store, and ordered a suit which arrived fifteen minutes later. "There. You're sorted" Ember said happily.

Michael nodded, and, holding the suit, said, "Thanks, Owe you for this one.", as he walked into the bathroom again, and, five minutes later, came out, still adjusting his tie and jacket. Walking up towards the others, finishing adjusting his jacket, said, "Alright, let's head out.", as he stood with the others. He had, what... ten minutes, now? Well, as long as nothing intercepts them... it will be fine.

Ember hid Zuko in her pocket, grabbed a large backpack, and made for the door. She eagerly jumped into the black Jeep Commander, and let her father know that they were leaving. The Crows were trying to look as sophisticated as they possibly could. Ember just shook her head, and laughed. "You know my father isn't a snob, right?""Yeah, but we don't want to look like the scum of the earth during your initiation" Patches said in a faux English accent.

Michael got in, and, looking down at his phone, said, "Well, the man does have a point. Dont wan-", he was, however, interrupted with a ring from his phone. He sighed, and said, "One sec...", as he pulled out his phone. He shrugged, and, clicking the link, looked down at his phone, and, gasping, let go off his phone, as it landed it in his lap, and out his hands over his eyes, shaking lightly.

Ember looked back at Michael using the rear view mirror, keys in the ignition. Judging by his appearance, something was wrong. Perhaps somebody had died? Maybe his place of residence had burnt down?"Something wrong, Mikey? You look like someone just died."

(Sorry im so late. I meant to post a few days back, but they turned off our wi-fi, even though we payed for an extra day, just to relax one day, since I fell down in a huge wave pool... long story short, I knockeddown two people and hurt myself bad. My earlier post, too, was meant to be posted a few hours before it was. But, well... it is explained in this post.)

Upon hearing Ember ask him what was wrong, Michael looked up, taking his hands ofr of his face, he looked up, and, tears in his eyes, said, "That's... that's cause someone did. My uncle... he... he had a stroke in Florida, yesterday... god, I feel terrible, knowing that while we were havin' a good time, my uncle was dieing... he was the youngest, too. My father is the third youngest.", as he put his head down, not looking up.

"Shit, Mikey. I'm so sorry. I can have someone take you to Florida if you want?" Ember was yet to find out about her father's condition. The Crows were worried that, when Ember's father died, it would push her over the edge. The last thing they wanted was to see her locked up in an institution again.